Cronelight?
Cronelight.
But crones are haggard old creatures with no teeth and hooked noses.
Crones, dear heart, are ‘mischievous, cantankerous women’ – Shorter Oxford Dictionary.
And if you look a little harder, sweetpea, you’ll see ‘withered old woman’, to say nothing of ‘old ewe’.
Yes, but that was in 1552. We are now ladies of the millennium, m’dear.
Well, forget it, I am neither withered nor ewe-ish, merely middle-aged and menopausal.
O come on, be a crone, we’ll be crones together, chortling in the moonlight, cackling in the malls, dancing round the cauldron, sweeping through the halls…aging, saging, wisening sensuous women…
Aging, sagging, wizened old bags more like it…
You sound like a handsaw when you laugh…
A crone-saw you mean…lighten up, we’ll age and sage and crone together, an initiation into the stage of the wise-woman, a party, a celebration of the attaining of cronehood…my fiftieth year…
Hey, never mind all that, what a wonderful word…
Where? Oh… what a hoot…croodle – 1788, to nestle close together…Well, what about a party for Crones and Croodles…
A celebration of Crones and their nestlings throughout the ages – four hundred years of celebration…
Why four hundred?
From 1552 to 2000, you withered, cantankerous old ewe…
Noel Canin was born and raised in South Africa during the Apartheid era. She has lived in Israel since 1968 and has two children and seven grandchildren. She is a translator from Hebrew into English and is also training as a Hakomi psychotherapist. She has published poetry in various journals in Israel, the USA, and England.
Noel Canin is currently writing a novel.
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